Her skin
Her skin
(24/03/96)
a little stripe on her belly
whiter than the snow
that had covered the earth
the day she was born
a scar that meant life
(17/06/00)
a collection of dots on her left knee
from when she hit the gravel on the warm day
her father taught her how to bike
the last thing he did before he left
a scar of goodbye
(05/12/03)
a moonlike shape on her cheek
caused by the collision
with the brown-haired tornado
who’d stayed in her life ever after
a scar of friendship
(30/08/08)
a flaming-red line on her back
the result of her fall on the fence
after a fight about whom her body
really belonged to
a scar of courage
(14/01/12)
a serie of circles in her neck
because some grabbed her necklace
the imprint of the present
of her brand-new boyfriend
a scar of first love
(10/10/14)
lines on her pale knuckles
proof of hitting the wall
because the only thing
she felt was emptiness
a scar of sadness
(13/06/15)
her body was nothing but
a scar
bruised, scattered, broken
what she had been lied
on the floor
just a skin, all her little flaws
were nothing but stories now
Reageer (3)
heel erg mooi
5 jaar geledenDe litteken van "(30/08/08)", wow... Mooie betekenis heeft dit gedicht.
9 jaar geledenDit is echt heel erg mooi. Littekens zijn verhalen, ik heb er altijd al een enorme fascinatie voor. Na mijn operatie heb ik er zelf één over de volledige lengte van mijn ruggengraat. (Eigenlijk hoor ik nu voor mijn examens te leren, maar oh well, eerst lees ik je nieuwe gedichten.)
9 jaar geleden